[Intro: mornin Haha, wake mother fuckin asses up Yo is the what? Well come on then, you know what it is Stop on my group bitch!
[Verse 1: For whatever it's worth it's worth me my ass whipped Cause have the last lips to ever kiss ass with I just can't get past these pissants That wanna be bad asses so bad And they so mad they can't it Cause we can and they spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it a man And that's when it just And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old fashioned but my Is to smash anyone without havin to sslap em Believe me I'd much pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now But it all depends on how far it get's took on the mic Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you me You poke a stick at a pit you get bit bB words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est and your gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, & Proof are you with me?
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2: Swifty] Its in the media me of a beef starter In a party with heat it's hard to keep me one Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves a shotgun popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a full of dog shit, I'ma gothic death project, you breathin You die quicker than speed without bleedin It about what you readin When you meet me better like a season's greetins Either that or we'll be beefin free You niggaz need a 'E' just to shit! Your leader is a botique Keep the heater where you can reach I you with it and we won't even keep it a secret Nigga I did it from a of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that for satan You
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3: Kuniva] Yo yo I you niggas don't like us But so this beef is like 'What the fuck did he say in his rap I can see that he's a punk I mean niggaz squeeze on me Please I'm seeing I don't need no enemies, as my family a trucks Am I empty seein them I emtpy out them white to fight you In front of every reporter that I like No need for I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't you, WHAT!" I might as well this up like heavy sales And just fuck an D12 and this blunt We self destruct I've never felt it this on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs night of his life
4: Kon Artis] I with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially We can't take you serious, you a skit You probaly wish you could be out shootin them G's But the only thing you shoot is the I believe you speaking on movin key's But time we hear you kick it The only thing you is wolf tickets I wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack So they bust you better bust back And get guts clapped outa your stomach And they want it (yeah) I a hundred niggas from runave So get gun and if you comin
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